Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Owen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Altman
Songwriter
Eric Paslay
Songwriter
Terry Sawchuk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Producer
Lyrics
I see you dancin' up on top of there, honey, I see you
Looking good in pink, baby!
A full moon shinin' bright
Edge of the water, we were feelin' alright
Back down a country road
The girls are always hot, and the beer is ice cold
Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back, and we cruise to the river side
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Never gonna grow up
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Never gonna slow down
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were shinin' like lighters in the dark
In the middle of a rock show
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were doin' it right
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were comin' alive
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Yeah, we were caught up in a southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
Blue eyes and auburn hair
Sittin' lookin' pretty by the fire in a lawn chair
New to town, and new to me
Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea
Shot me in love like a shootin' star
So, I grabbed a beer and my old guitar
Then we sat around till the break of dawn
Howlin' and singin' our favorite song
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Never gonna grow up
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Never gonna slow down
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were shinin' like lighters in the dark
In the middle of a rock show
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were doin' it right
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were comin' alive
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were caught up in a southern summer
Everybody get your hands up, come on!
Left to right, get your hands up!
It's a Sunday night
Get your hands up and wave them way up high!
Come on, one, two, three!
Let me hear you say
(Whoa-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Never gonna slow down
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Yeah, we were shinin' like
Lighters in the dark in the middle of a rock show
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were doin' it right
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were comin' alive
(Whoa-oh-oh)
We were caught up in a southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night
Barefoot, blue jean night
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Barefoot, blue jean night
(Whoa-oh-oh) Let me hear you!
(Whoa-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh
We were caught up in a southern summer, barefoot, blue jean
Yeah, the perfect kind of night!
Written by: Dylan Altman, Eric Paslay, Terry Sawchuk